Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.